I am a victim.
I have overlooked the sea of clouds and
Rippling stars.
I have heard the thunder
Before the storm.
My insides were looking out
At thousands of
Falling birds.
But they were not birds.
They were blood from my brothers.
My insides took in a breath
When their guts spilled
To the floor.
I am a victim.
The stars were scattered,
Swallowed by my brothers’
Sigh.
In moments,
Their guilt murmured a silent
Apology.
A grave within a grave,
A fall within a fall.
Speech by speech,
Time by time,
A new colony restored the old.
But the air up here
Is still frozen.
The wind is not the same.
My sister’s tears
Are blanketed in waters,
But mine cannot be seen.
My head is the highest one now.
I am a victim.
And I am a victim
Who must follow under my
Father’s wing.
It is the circuit of stars
Inside me
Who continue to light me through the
Night.
And stars who help my sister
Up the fleet of stairs.
One day these shinning beams
Will truly become one.
Galaxies hand and hand,
All sharing the same song.
I will always be a victim
And so will the stars
And so will my sister
Forever, bless her heart.
One day my grandsons will rise
And stand as proud as the twins
But even I, the over-looker of light,
Will join the stars
In one restless night
In silence.
It is then I will
Stretch high to the heavens.
It is then the tallest will be taller.
It is then we will touch
The hearts of our lost stars
And set them free
So we, too, can soar.